DUMBFOUNDED
Strange people do strange things.
Many memories they have about history.
Never are they an open book.
They enjoy confusion.
Smart people do not like strange people.
They go through their changes just to get with them.
They like them for what they knowledge gives.
They tolerance becomes the standard and strange people becomes a gamble.
Smart people do strange things.
Many memories they have about history.
Never are they an open book.
They enjoy confusion.
Strange people do not like smart people.
They go through their changes just to get with them.
They like them for what they knowledge gives.
They tolerance becomes the standard and smart people becomes dismantle.
Ignorant is not the same as dumb abreast yourself via observation.

pitter patter acid rain waxing hi-gloss
smoky sky-scratching monster coup
fearless hue self-out stabbing acrylic nails'
bond to black market sale-deal rape
indian tears too few to cleanse
the polluted hearts under the stitch-held
stars of a blood-whipped flag
in you is a flood after drought
in you is a pestle fitting crucible
somewhere in your rash, there's a place called sensible
our common meeting place coming out
ten-speed riding sunshine girl smiling
wide and high as her cheeky-powdered rock-washed
shorts
cellular towering, nerve-shock stroking man
dodge-wrecking his impersonal laptop-orgy
maverick hopping additive, lasso-steroid
from steak-rustling warrior pinning-the-tail-on-
a-steel-wheel-heart when picking up metal armor
in you is a flood after drought
in you is a pestle fitting crucible
somewhere in your rash, there's a place called sensible
our common meeting place coming out
toro, taxi-driver
toro, weightless astronaut
toro, steaming sailor
it's all in us wear it's knot

Look at my magnificent man.
So sweet and sultry and always has a plan.
Every lovely layer I pull back I find gold
When God gave me this glorious man He broke the mold.
Walking and whistling is what he does with ease.
He's always so sweet and satisfying to please.
Taking a bite out of him and take a trip to the dentist.
Any girl would be lucky to be on his love list.
However, this heavenly dream has become just mine.
He's a walking dish---so delicious and divine!
He became such a special surprise on those sultry summer days.
So refreshingly refining that he put me in a haze.
Others I find ogling at my oh so original man.
It used to brutally bother me but, now I understand---
Not many have such a sweet man to go home to.
But ladies, I'll let you look just once, and that's all I can do.
Ladies, I'll give a little advice on landing a good man.
Appreciate all his attributes, even the ones you can't stand.
His sweetness and his smile will always satisfy you.
Bumps and bruises in life will come, so learn to appreciate them too.

Bound by blame, broken by blight,
Scarred by a stolen satire,
nuzzling necrophiliacs within the night.
Tangled in torment, tied untamed,
blemished by the blasphemy,
of never speaking your name.
Shackled in sin, shredded sovereignty,
dealing death’s doses,
murdering you and me.
Cuffed with candor, calling our crimes,
to an impetuous enslavement,
tortured through time.
Set me free, to flee this fool’s game,
where we're always left wandering,
in this wasteland of shame.

We sometimes drink and smoke so much We get beat until we are battered
Our dreams were like one giant wall of glass where upon they were destined to be shattered
Broken in a heap of glass we now stay occupied where lost souls continue to gather
Dark yet so desolate living amongst those were nothing in life but a quick death seems to matter
It seems as if the harder we try the more below we get needing somekind of ladder
All I hear are silent screams among gossiping chit chatter
Our truth is getting skinnier while our lies are well fed by the way the are getting fatter
Crying souls overcome those that are filled with laughter
The clock for many of us gets slow but our life train to death only gets faster
Many of us which remain lost in addiction looking for a positive leader, a mentor, some kind of master
But when shyt hits the fan we must remain strong even if we just lost someone close and are feeling sadder
If life is to throw us those curveballs in a the ring then its time stop mr nice guy and get badder
You must endure the shyt that you got to endure even if it gets your hands and feet a little tathered
Life can and will get you drunk so handle your drink or let it bring you down until you can no longer stagger
You must tell yourself **** them and everybody else because you still got skill even if you aint got swagger
Just tell yourself "**** they judgements" because you know in your own eyes you still look sharper than a dagger
SO QUIT ACTING LIKE YOU AINT NEVER BEEN MENTALLY BEAT UNTIL YOUR PERSONALITY WAS BATTERED.....BECUASE IT WHAT YOU MAKE IT IN THE END THAT TRULY MATTERS!!!!!

She sits in the room across from me
Mocking my sanity
As I try to will her to go away
But we live in a room that has no door
She sits there smug and awfully sure
That she’s in my life now to stay
She grows bigger as I get small
I don’t recognize myself at all
Her desires dictate my every move
I see her through my family’s tears
She has separated us for years
Making rough times from a life that was smooth
I cannot leave her tight embrace
Her influence distorts my once clean face
Everyone else but myself is to blame
I give into her constant plea
To get again inside of me
I loathe this gal with Addiction as her name

political position penetrates purity
anger and aggression accommodate mirroring
of awful austerity allocated each time
we fall victim helpless to our weak mind
the peoples pressure piles upward
racing towards restoration as the dusk burns
aggravating what was once blue and serene
live this fight in life view the feud in a dream
function funding fatalities the newest regime
are sly scoundrels salivating so few in between
that save a soul sacrificing personal gain
pedantic petty priorities just turn into pain

*smiling slightly sad Colibri said: 'are you happy today, my dear? ' 'average… i am… just average'
answered her combustive Lizard the wizard from white blizzard airily framed by invisible flames.
'i thought u like life in extreme!' told obviously surprised Squirrel, flocculent parallel world beauty
in sorrel colored winter apparel. 'indeed, i needed that before!! i have been on the sunny ridge
and then in cold wet dark ditch. i have been crossing sky freely, other times – just like partridge
injured by a merciless cartridge i tasted my own blood willingly: because pain seemed pleasure.
burned enough but not to pitch. abridged but still not a smidge. average… i am just… average!
peaceful like a tortoise who is not making unnecessary noise. happy with calm daily routines
proceeding speed of rising Sun and determination of a Sprout. i will not shout i won’t use gun:
all is well– simply as it is… now!' Queen colibri, Wizard of lizards & tender Goddess of squirrels:
beings, not known to outsiders they were sharing same cup full of abundant life mysteries with
each other at present moment– with eye to eye circumspection, mind to mind interconnections,
direct heart to heart reflections resounding in supportive chords. we will not know how much we
changed each other, how much we will… when time will tell us we’ll walk separated path again*
Lizard, Colibri and Squirrel… all with unique ails but common fairy tails
Feb. 2016

Foundation founded on;
Superficial societal stares..
Teenagers teary truth...
Of a perfect purging prayer...
Supermodels and stars...
On a pedastal of peers...
Engorging every entree...
Appauled at how they appear...
Succulently still unsatisifed...
Baking another bite...
Indulgence is imminent...
Famine is nil a fright...
Nauseated near spent...
Dieting with no drive...
Vomiting every morsel...
This is how I feel alive....

A soul in flames daunting the discordant canvas, eradicating the supreme veil. To be
drenched in apathy coincides inversely with the stench of a bitter legacy. Severed
souls search asunder for a subversive scent, only to be oppressed in an overt art.
Begging death for a drenching darkness to obliterate this dire desolation. Complete
in nocturne this grotesque being of infinite hate commands coercively.

White washed world wishing wonders
Did I see love that nostalgic night
My eyes her cheeks my heart her aura
Was it the true self longing for truth
Or a hopeless heart seeking home in a foreign land
Was it love or longing that pierced a lonely soul
Life is hard love is harder meaning
Impossible
Visions seen everyday love is shining in them all
Desire is a play and God is the audience
Dreams are in hour glass; two grains of sand remain
Two lovers full of exhilaration not knowing where they're
Falling
Fanatics face full grown facade with funny facts
What will life become?

No one knows the higher heights to which their love had climbed
Or how their simultaneous thoughts, fluidly flow
Required replies to queries crisscross from minds in sync
And countless compliments and sweet gentle gestures, he lays upon her heart
Popular redundant rhetoric, now unnecessary is made extinct by…unspeakable love
~*~

I sold my soul to the bottom of the beer bottle. So what if I want to wallow around
with this low self mentality . A sip here a sip there, why not sip everywhere ...you
see?
You see, you really don't care when you have the mentality to wallow in the hallow
of a bottle.
I sold my soul to the bottom of the beer bottle;burning out the aching pain that
causes me to be insane with so much shame.
Boy,the bottom of the beer bottle isn't where I really want to be?You see the
bottom of the beer bottle did not bother me; but now ,it's really affecting me.
Ican't eat sometimes I can't even sleep,because the bottom of the beer bottle is
calling me.It's really beating my body.How can I ever benefit when the bottom of
the beer bottle is calling me?How could this ever happen to me?
When I used to win and grin, beating the bottle;what I once to beat is now beating
me and my body.The bottom of the beer bottle is calling me.
Idrink it waking up and drink it lying down.The bottom of the beer bottle has a tight
hold on me.The bottom of the beer bottle is calling me.

My Mind
Continuously Composes
Line upon lovely line
Of poetry roses
Sparked and budded
By inspiration words
Like that of an Ode on a Grecian Urn
Makes my melting heart’s hunger burn
Elevated inspiration spike
From lines like
“Beauty is truth, truth beauty”
This keeps me up at night
Under covers tight
Writing in my head
When I should sleep in bed
My wandering mind faltering
Until alliterations are altering
Mindless mumbo jumbo
Into tailored poetry
That’s when I know it
I am a poet
Never felt so alive!
Or me! I must contrive!
I so suppose
This poem could condense concisely
Onto one linked line nicely
Poetry is me, me poetry